whiskey

he sleeps on the seat, behind the table on the ferry to the place that pulled me back. the place that made one, two. the place where i fell helplessly into the abyss of a warm and wholesome love, of great unknowns of greater trust. of eyes closed eyes opened, heart full giving and giving and giving. and i’d give it all for him and this and us and so many more moments to fall so much deeper, faster in love. i’m on this island, stranded with you. they’d call it paradise. i’d call it that too.